Thanks for the reviews! Big thanks to Kupkakes for getting this finished so quick so I could update before I go on vacation! I can't believe I'm gonna miss next week's episode. I'm gonna be a nervous wreck lol I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Savannah, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter 15

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After the movie, Juice and Savannah went their separate ways with their own dates. Mel and Juice went back to her place, and it bugged him like hell that he didn't know where Sav and her date went. Both of their nights out were a joke after that kiss, it was clear who they really wanted to go home with. Only, they hadn't.

Mel hadn't wasted anytime in getting him upstairs and undressed when they got back. She wanted his attention on her. She'd seen how he'd looked at the other girl at the movies, and she didn't like it. Juice was her's. She knew he'd strayed when he'd had to, but it was all about getting a bed for the night. It never meant anything, and he'd always come back to her in no time.

But this one had been different, she could tell. He'd been jealous of this girl's date and when she left to clean up, he'd followed after her. When they both came up, she'd know that 'I've been kissed good' look anywhere. She'd taught Juice how to kiss, taught him how to use that mouth of his in other places, he wasn't suppose to use those skill on some bimbo brunette waitress.

It was time for her to remind him why he stuck with her and didn't run off with some ditz half her age like her ex had.

Straddling him, she wasted no time in foreplay before sliding down onto his cock. He was already hard, and fuck, she loved ridding him. Pressing her hands to his chest, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. He felt so damn good inside of her, just like he always did. He was just so thick, so hung, it almost hurt for him to go so deep, but in a good way.

Looking down , she expected to see him looking back at her, biting his lip like he always did when she rode him. He usually had that big goofy grin on his face, but not this time. He wasn't even looking at her. His hands weren't doing . . . well, anything. He was staring off, his lower body just going through the motions. He wasn't here with her, and that scared her to wonder where his head was.

With her, she thought bitterly to herself.

Grabbing his chin, she turned his face to face her. "Stay with me, handsome."

There was a double meaning behind that, she knew he'd realized that. "Always, babe." He said gazing up at her.

He gave her his goofy grin and nodded, his hands grabbing her waist as he pulled her down on him. That seemed to be a good enough answer for her. She didn't need to know what was going through his head. She didn't need to know he was wondering if Savannah was doing this with her date and how much he wanted to beat the crap out of the douche for even thinking about touching Savannah.

Nope, she didn't need to know that.

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After tiring Mel out in the sheets, Juice snuck out to sit out on the front porch in his sweat pants. There was a little chill and a few snowflakes falling, but he didn't to mind. He had an hour before his next shift, and he knew he wouldn't be sleeping through it like he'd originally planned.

Lighting the blunt in his hands, he took a drag off it. He had to figure this Savannah mess out. Did he want to be with her, or was it just a 'can't have, but I want' type of thing? Exhaling, he knew it wasn't just a fling with her. He wanted her badly. More than just a fuck too. He liked walking her home and just talking to her in class.

He'd never really had a serious girlfriend before. He had one, but it was more of an awkward excuse for a hook up than really dating. Back in Queens, he was never the coolest kid around. None of the popular girls took an interest in him, except when they needed something concerning computers. He was the best, he just didn't know if that was something to gloat about or not. What had being smart done for him? It didn't help him here. He was homeless, working two jobs, and trying to go to school.

He felt like he was on his last nerve, about to snap if he was pushed anymore. He had a feeling figuring this thing out with Savannah would be that push. He had a good thing going with Mel here. He'd get a hot shower, food, and she wasn't bad in bed. She saved him all those years ago. Which had him feeling slightly guilty at the idea of jilting of her.

He'd been attempting to do laundry again, the proof of his last failure being the shirt he was wearing. It'd turned pink the last time he tried to wash his clothes. He didn't have the spare cash to buy new clothes though.

"You look lost, sweetheart. You here helping out your ma?" He remembered she'd asked him in a sweet voice with a kind smile.

She thought he was a kid himself, and in reality? At nineteen he was. He was still new to being on his own, even after living alone for a full semester already. He should have gone home to Queens during break, but he knew if he did, he wouldn't have came back for the next semester. So here he was, attempting, and failing, to do his own laundry. Again.

He'd been so nervous that day. He had only a handful of people he knew in the neighborhood, and those were only when he was in class. They didn't hang out after like normal college kids. He worked and worked, and oh yeah, worked.

"Uh, nah. By myself, and I know what I'm doing." He was quick to tell her without offering her a second glance.

He didn't need this chick thinking he didn't know how to do his own laundry. Everyone knew how to do laundry. To make things worse, she reached forward and pulled one of his socks off his shoulder. How could he not notice he had a sock on him? Fuck. "Socks, little devils stick to everything."

Lowering his head, he didn't want to embarrass himself anymore in front of this lady. He wasn't some kid. How was he suppose to make it in this world if some lady at the cleaners didn't even think he could do his laundry right? He was just kidding himself.

Feeling her nudge him, he raised his head back up to see her smirking back. "Don't worry, baby boy. You're in luck, I'll let you share my dryer since that old bag there just threw your shit out on the floor while you were countin' your change." She said, giving him a wink. "You got a name, boy scout?"

Smiling shyly, Juice nodded his head, ducking his chin . "Uh, yeah. It's, uh, it's Juice."

Looking him over, she saw that he was actually good looking for a Hispanic. A very young Hispanic. She especially liked the peek she got of his ass that was hanging out from his drooping pants. His smile was definitely his money maker though. "Yes you are."

He didn't know what to think at the time, he still found it amazing to this day that Mel had taken him in. She'd done everything but adopt him. Which he was perfectly fine with given the circumstances. Now that would be some fucked up shit. From then on, it'd been the two of them picking each other up when things turned to shit, the two of them when they felt like having 'adult' company.

Putting his blunt out, he tossed it before heading back inside. He needed to shower before his shift. Maybe getting away from both the girls would do his head some good.

Somehow he doubted that.

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Savannah woke up with a groan. Her head was killing her, maybe it hadn't been the best idea to play that drinking game with Ryder when they got to . . . to his place. Oh, shit! Looking down at herself, she realized with shock that she was naked underneath the sheet. Grimacing, she felt like smacking herself in the head.

The sound of snoring met her ears, causing her to look over. Ryder was dead asleep beside her, his arm lazily thrown over her. Her nose crinkled at the sight of him. He might be good looking, but he was an ugly sleeper. Looking to her left, she saw it was just after 4 AM. She needed to get out of here before he woke up.

Carefully lifting his arm away from her, she pulled the sheets off of her and got out of bed to search for her clothes. What the hell was she thinking? She didn't put out on first dates. That wasn't her. She knew better. At least, she used to know better. Then Juice came along and screwed it all up. He messed up her whole plan.

Him and that stupid goofy grin of his. His stupid dimples and doe like brown eyes. His awful way of always being there when she needed him. Giving her those cheesy pick up lines and standing up for her. God, she was being such a girl.

Pulling on her clothes with a record speed and stealth that Kozik would be proud of, she was ready to sneak out in a flash. She wanted to be out of her as soon as she could. Maybe she could find a coffee shop open and pick up some breakfast, it was gonna be a long walk home. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Ryder was still asleep before sneaking out of the room. Once she'd made it that far, the rest was cake. Finding her purse and shoes, she made a quick exit and hurried out of the building.

The only problem? She had no idea where she was going, and she had no one to call. It was four in the morning, no one was up. No one except . . . except Juice. He'd mentioned that he was working the club tonight. He'd be up.

But did she want to call him? Her pride was telling her she could make it home alone. Everything else was telling her that she was cold and to just call him. She was conflicted though. She'd saw him with that woman, the same woman he'd gone home with. One he probably had sex with the second they got there. She was older than him, sure, but Juice didn't seem to have a problem with that.

Why did she care? It wasn't like she and Juice were a thing. They'd just hooked up once three months ago, they were friends if nothing else. Sure, they'd shared a few kissed recently, but that didn't mean anything when he was hooking up with some cougar. That wasn't how this worked, and he most definitely didn't get to make a move on her while she was on a date with someone else.

Shit, it was really cold. And snowing. And she really had no idea where she was at.

Debating it for another second, she finally gave in and pulled out her cell phone. Biting her lip, was she really about to do this? Sighing, yeah, yeah she was. Dialing his number, she held the phone to her ear and waited. She wasn't sure to be disappointed or relieved to hear him answer. "I need you to come get me. I'll give you the address."

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It felt like hours before the familiar red Mazda pull up beside her. For a second, she wondered if his . . . cougar would be with him, but leaning down against the passenger door, she saw that it was just him. "Thanks for picking me up. I lost track of the turns." She said, giving him a weak smile before getting into the car.

Juice wasn't stupid, he knew what she'd been up to. Her hair was messed up, and she was no longer wearing her lip gloss. She screamed walk of shame right now, and he hated to know that it was because she slept with her date. He kept his mouth shut though as she got into the car.

The car ride fell into an awkward silence as he pulled away from the curb. He didn't say anything to her, and she didn't know what to say to him. She had to have smelled like sex, if her bed head didn't give it away first. The fact they were driving his whore's car didn't help the situation.

She really didn't want to be fighting with him about this though. He was the one friend she'd managed to keep this semester, and she didn't want to lose him after she went home in another week or so. "Look, JC, it didn't mean anything. We just got . . . why am I explaining this to you? We're not together. You probably went home and fucked that . . . whoever the hell she was." She scoffed, her bitterness getting the best of her.

"Her name's Mel." He finally spoke up.

Shooting him a glare, that was not what she wanted to hear him say first. She wasn't sure what she wanted to hear, but that wasn't it. Sighing, Juice didn't know what to tell her. Sure, she was right. They did do just that, but he wasn't about to tell her that. Even though it was clear she'd done just the same thing. With a douche.

"You, uh, you seeing him again?" He said after a few minutes of silence that was icier than the snowflakes hitting the windshield.

Savannah was caught off guard by the question. Did she want to see Ryder again? No. She really didn't. He was a sleaze who just wanted in her pants the whole night, and like the slut she was, she gave it to him. That wasn't her, and she didn't want to do it again. Ryder wasn't . . . well, he didn't have the same spark when they were bed together like there had been when she and . . . and Juice hooked up.

Blushing, she didn't want to think about that. That was exactly what she didn't want to think about when he was sitting beside her in his cougar's car. Glancing over, she knew she couldn't lie and tell him she was thinking about it though. "Um, no. I don't think so. I think it was just a one timer." She finally told him, her attention outside the window.

He tried to hide his grin, but he wasn't doing a very good job at it. He was ecstatic that she wasn't gonna go out with him. He was jealous, sure, but after that kiss, he knew she still wanted to be with him. He just couldn't give up. "Right, well, uh, this is you." He said when he pulled up in front of her building.

"Um, thanks for the ride. I'll see you at the diner or in class, I guess."

She paused, glancing over at him. He was staring right back at her. He wasn't sure what convinced him to do it, but he started to lean over. He was gonna make a move. Her eyes widened when she realized he was gonna kiss her, but she couldn't seem to move. Instead her eyes closed, waiting for the kiss.

His lips had just barely brushed hers when she remembered that they were in his cougar's car, about to kiss. Jerking back, she knew this couldn't happen. This wasn't right. It wasn't her. She needed to stop this and go inside. She'd wake up later and all this would be just some bad dream. "We're in your girlfriend's car, JC." She whispered, her eyes opening to see his confusion.

Shaking his head, he didn't want her to leave. "She-she's not my girlfriend, Sav. She's not-" He was cut off when she opened the door and got out. "She's not my girlfriend!" He shouted after her. Only, she just ignored him and went inside. Hanging his head in defeat. "She's not my girlfriend." He muttered again under his breath before hitting the steering wheel. Motherfuckin bad luck. Of course Sav wouldn't let him explain his heater was out in his own car, so he was using Mel's. Who was not his girlfriend.

Once he was calm, he started the car and pulled away from the curb. He had to fix this, and he would. Even if it killed him.